Iain Mackay Poems

This Thing -
This Feeling -
That she gave to me,
Or I took …
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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-
Boom bada | boom bada | boom bada | boom bada
Hmm huh | hmm huh | huh huh | huh huh
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Bees gather pollen
Which they bring back to their hives,
As I take breakfast:
Sweet honey spread over toast.
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Smoky basement - hard benches;
Men sweat - girls with stale perfume.
Warm beer spilling on the floor,
12-bar blues filling the room.
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Pale moonlight, cold sphere
Silently sailing
Night’s skies, dark and clear.
Distant stars lighting
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Through early-morning mists, the pilgrim train
Trudges two-by-two beside the ancient stream
That quietly flows across the land,
Sanctified by time.
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She sits alone amid the milling crowd, head bowed in shame
To hide her burning tears.
A placard round her neck shows age and name:
Rhodon – a rose, and barely eighteen years.
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When thunderous roars that shake the land
Hurl rocks out from the fires of hell,
And through the air, with mighty force,
Until they shatter on the ground
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